I like to think that I have a natural enjoyment of dancing, but lately it has morphed into something quite atrocious. I don't know if it is the winter blues that have me all cooped up or if my body is trying to get rid of extra happiness, but I keep catching myself dancing. Maybe with the anticipation of the merry day of St. Valentine, my subconscious is compensating for lack of sweet lovin'. I digress, it happens in public gatherings, while I'm doing the dishes, while I'm putting on my make up, while I'm walking down the hall at school and in many more conspicuous places. I am unable to control it, I usually don't notice it until someone joins in or I hit my head.
I would solicit advice about how to cure what I call a bad case of the "dancies," but in all honesty it might just get me through the winter. So if you see me dancing around the quad, just know that my inner child is screaming out for the green grass and warm sunshine that once resided there.